The Story of Xiao Meiren

"A Zhi, when all this is over, let's get married. For the wedding bouquet, we'll use sunflowers. How does that sound?"

"Mm."

Xiao Chen looked at the woman lying on the ground, her face covered in blood. She was the woman he loved, but she would never see daylight again. For the next ten years, twenty years, thirty years, and even for all eternity, she would lie with the earth.